Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 4/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 19:19:34 UTC
He catches it in his palm and it’s a sign of how devoid of warmth he is, that it doesn’t melt right away. He startles when he looks up, because Esca is standing much closer again. More snow drifts soundlessly to its death. A little like us, Marcus thinks, doomed before given a chance.
Only he must have spoken out loud because Esca reaches out and touches the droplet of water in Marcus’s palm and says, ‘Shit, how am i supposed to stay mad after that?’
‘I should’ve known really,’ Marcus says, with a grin, careful, because the ice is thin, still. ‘I should’ve known as soon as you pulled that hat out of your coat. No prostitute would be seen dead in that.’
Esca puffs out a disbelieving laugh and then it turns genuine, his head tilting back, cheekbones catching drifting snowflakes. Marcus feels like maybe he’s been choking on a poisoned apple and it just dislodged from his throat.
‘You’re a piece of work aren’t you,’ Esca says, but his eyes are curious, searching, as if Marcus is something he’d like to understand, one day.
‘One drink,’ Marcus says, emboldened.
‘One drink, that’s all. You majorly screwed up your chances of getting laid tonight. Unless you find yourself a real hooker.’
‘You wanted to -’ Marcus splutters and feels a blush spread all the way down to his chest.
‘Man, I’ve been pining after you for months - way to kill my boner for you by the way.’
‘Sorry.’
Esca laughs, softer now. ‘Come on crazy-cakes,’ he says and takes him by the wrist again, to guide him to the pub with the mysterious chocolate drink. The snowflakes stick to the pavement now, and to Esca’s hair, and Marcus thinks, marvelling at the feel of Esca’s fingers around his wrist, if they survive, no matter how briefly, then maybe so can we.
They are about to close but Esca waves at the girl behind the bar and indicates Marcus with a jerk of his head. The girl smirks and goes to throw another log on the fire. The sofa they sink into is so old, the springs are worn and they both teeter toward the middle so their shoulders press together.
‘So this should probably be awkward,’ Marcus says, rubbing the back of his neck, ‘but compaired to how we started out, this is just smooth operating, isn’t it?’
Esca looks at him with surprise and laughs. It’s a sound Marcus could learn to love, if Esca’d let him. ‘You’re actually quite funny when you’re not too busy being mental,’ he says as he pulls off his hat, hair sticking up in all directions. The girl turns up with two large mugs of steaming milk. There is a large piece of chocolate melting away in them and the scent of cinnamon and something else makes Marcus feel a little heady.
‘On the house,’ she says as she winks at Esca and Marcus sees his ears turn bright red.
‘What’s that all about,’ he wants to know.
Esca chews his lip and looks down as he slides one glove from his hand. ‘Well,’ he begins and Marcus can’t look away from how the blood turns his bitten lips pink again. ‘She wondered why I stopped coming here after work, to meet up with my friends. I told her about, eh - you. She said free drinks if I’d convince you to come here instead.’
Only he must have spoken out loud because Esca reaches out and touches the droplet of water in Marcus’s palm and says, ‘Shit, how am i supposed to stay mad after that?’
‘I should’ve known really,’ Marcus says, with a grin, careful, because the ice is thin, still. ‘I should’ve known as soon as you pulled that hat out of your coat. No prostitute would be seen dead in that.’
Esca puffs out a disbelieving laugh and then it turns genuine, his head tilting back, cheekbones catching drifting snowflakes. Marcus feels like maybe he’s been choking on a poisoned apple and it just dislodged from his throat.
‘You’re a piece of work aren’t you,’ Esca says, but his eyes are curious, searching, as if Marcus is something he’d like to understand, one day.
‘One drink,’ Marcus says, emboldened.
‘One drink, that’s all. You majorly screwed up your chances of getting laid tonight. Unless you find yourself a real hooker.’
‘You wanted to -’ Marcus splutters and feels a blush spread all the way down to his chest.
‘Man, I’ve been pining after you for months - way to kill my boner for you by the way.’
‘Sorry.’
Esca laughs, softer now. ‘Come on crazy-cakes,’ he says and takes him by the wrist again, to guide him to the pub with the mysterious chocolate drink. The snowflakes stick to the pavement now, and to Esca’s hair, and Marcus thinks, marvelling at the feel of Esca’s fingers around his wrist, if they survive, no matter how briefly, then maybe so can we.
They are about to close but Esca waves at the girl behind the bar and indicates Marcus with a jerk of his head. The girl smirks and goes to throw another log on the fire. The sofa they sink into is so old, the springs are worn and they both teeter toward the middle so their shoulders press together.
‘So this should probably be awkward,’ Marcus says, rubbing the back of his neck, ‘but compaired to how we started out, this is just smooth operating, isn’t it?’
Esca looks at him with surprise and laughs. It’s a sound Marcus could learn to love, if Esca’d let him. ‘You’re actually quite funny when you’re not too busy being mental,’ he says as he pulls off his hat, hair sticking up in all directions. The girl turns up with two large mugs of steaming milk. There is a large piece of chocolate melting away in them and the scent of cinnamon and something else makes Marcus feel a little heady.
‘On the house,’ she says as she winks at Esca and Marcus sees his ears turn bright red.
‘What’s that all about,’ he wants to know.
Esca chews his lip and looks down as he slides one glove from his hand. ‘Well,’ he begins and Marcus can’t look away from how the blood turns his bitten lips pink again. ‘She wondered why I stopped coming here after work, to meet up with my friends. I told her about, eh - you. She said free drinks if I’d convince you to come here instead.’
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